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THE JUDGE, Vacation Vagaries. nid nooks, Tpoutine in wood! Dabblir Av; Mirro Ciimbin Up the steep ing «lin clear hy sture pths 1 w 1s pass the halcyon days; nt of c thing anywhere Giving cau Headache get As swift the for uny sort o tof wearin ae ps f wort) glorious su Moments of pleasure measured as the — Lo urnal, | Jo Cholera no Respecter of Dudes. clarence. talking to 4 Angustus was ahigh-toned dude, nd of his aboutt do you think me to Amerwica?” | “Thaven’t a bit of doubt about it,” was the confident rep] “And will it be genewal—epidemic, you know?” “T think so.” “And all the 3 have it too “ Certainly.” “ THawwible, «Yes, it wi on the re don't shop people and lubowing ela hawwibl be rather hard on them and rwank, that’s it. I don’t yn’tyou know, but it makes ed to think of the cholewa may die with that cahwi yu’tyou know? caiah faw them, me weally fat being so ¢ the vewy s off my tailaw Merchant Trace Qualified for a Nurse. Lapy(in an intell fraid that that little ». She is too small. to trust her with the ba Clerk—** Her siz 1 won't do for a I should hesitate madam, we look upon mendation.”” But she is so very “TI know that ut 1 should remen baby it doe: .”—Evening Call. A Silence Sent For. A golden-haired Silence put its head in at a door, & Did you send for me?” “Of course I didn't,” repl long apron. “A messenger boy said somebody along here wanted to sce me. “Well, ‘twa'n’t me. be it was the merc him say he was ge Chicago News. ne is din inutive ver that when she wt have very far to I'm abarber. ant next door. T heard ing to quit advertising.”— “ My dear, look below,” said a Tarlem man, just as he stood on the bridge with his wife and gazed at a tig hauling alin barges. ‘Such is life—the tng is like a man, working and toiling, while the barges, like women are’—*1 know,” interupted Mrs. G. , acridly, “ the tng does the blowing and the barges bear ull the burdens ed a man ina} guess that'll dv. | ican Transaction. country boy, orold man Fe sale merchant, necessary to send farm, and the und. aboutit. The old desk over t himal the cold-meat han “That's right. lot of bills and cling the remain taker cam ntleman r¢ I fixed, Mr. oi odd adown-town whole- nd one day Bill died. It was 18 back to the eto sce Mr. F was busy at his | ers. Feeling,” said Ship him.” “ How must I mark the box?” co mark it, "—still looki “Bilin — Merchant Traveller, A Drunken Celestial. temerity to fight the street and saic * Git outo’m or Vl mop th “Me no blute, dlunkee. Medlin man. Me walkce whet * D'ver mean te “Me no insu You no likee, wh say allee samee ye Me dlink kee heapee wir whatee de 1 Vj 1 the hackman while the China ach and then, when he went down, and bi in the eve him on the chin a as he tried e and spat in i hackman, mington w him, m 1 to him: way, ye nas me ikee whisk > in Ite patte yu dla am lie. k ye till begat strik n kicked hi t his ear, a nd made hi to get up, his face and and danced on his bod. When a policeman pulled him off he cried” waving his gettee dlunkee. Me get allee samee Melica tee in jail an man.” who has licked ho has had the 4 Chinaman on sty vi alle pr brute, ound with y Poway camee.” tluth, F hte Me Me dlunkee. veer, medline yin. You no © heap n’t walk,” ing out wildly min the stom hit him nd then kicked m bite his ton- and twisted his walked on him vec » go helle Through Mail. Abijah’s New Experience. Abuan He a horny. hard cider is the with which he recently visited Nis. the latt well-k The evening wa lost. no time in mn Jones lives not far handed gr only atall fan young timul: from Salem. iculturist, and ting beverage He nd somewhat 1 company with | il on the Salem tur vol, and t t will you hi Ave not know much I'l hey whatever “TL have a wl nd two ture were soon Abijah swallow look of infinite leaning over the bar keeper. “Whisky pune! cr. “OAM ri j smacking h Abijah lem Times. Boston Globe, jisky pune rs of the before ed hi satis hes,” keep a makin did had a new a8 he city relative | ting Abijah to the bar, “Tide things; T guess ” said the city nsidious mix- them "he said, ‘ind addressing x the bar- replied the bar-keep- ing and he was bid, un- experie was | Why Brown Was Sad. “TIetto, Brown! You are looking sad to dan up-town man to a fri seemed somewhat depressed. “Tam rather down in the jaw | fact,” replied the dis What's the ter: “Well, [ was just thinkin’? what am IT made in not offering mother-in-law tothe Gre She might have got , th onsolate Brown, take services of my ¥ party, you know, king to the north pole t with apolar bearwnd ."— Williamsport Break- A Suitor Steady Enough to Suit Her. “JANE, not very ste: I hear your beau is a little wild, of the most he can’t be. I’ve heard ¢ but steady.” ady. He has alws eveni 8 come to the hous ville Argus. Kissing in Pittsburg. Tratr has Pittsburg Parent.—‘ This thing ot to stop. ” vet Sixteen—* What, pa? ou have been allowing fellow to kiss you.” “Oh, pal vu have; young Nice- you need not try to fool But, pa, why do you think—” “Ldon't think: Fknow, Ie kissed you all over your mouth and on both ch Why, pa,you were not there, “No, 1 was not there, but am here, I © that there isn’t a bit of soot left on your ce below the forchead.""— Philadelphia Call, *Moveo et proficio.” He took ng to find ont the meaning of the and at an evening party introduced Lject, but when he attempted to trans- it hecouldn’t remember it and appealed to his wife. “Mari he said, ‘do you remember what was in my new hat when I brought it i | home jeetly.” said Mrs, Jones with her usual composure. And what was it?” he asked looking round on the company as much to s what'a scholar iny wife 1 ok,” the crushing answer.— Detroit Free Press: Why He Had No Foreign Accent. “ Spraktne of the difficulty foreigners perience im giving the proper accent to En- glish,” said Captain Boslum, ‘reminds me of the fact that when I fir could not speak tect in my conve “To acquire such perfection must hi taken much time, ” replied a lady. “Oh yes, it required y & Must have been young this place?” es Twas very young. In fact, 1 | born here."—Arkansaw Traveler. when you came to